There are some things that can't quite be described with words, so I won't try.
Instead, I will talk about other things.
The students have prepared a mock trial in their history class. Hernando Cortes vs. The American Peoples of the 16th Century. Students prepared their pieces as the prosecuting attorneys, defense attorneys, witnesses, Cortes, King Charles, and locals. The attorneys were allowed to dress in business wear, and they looked like tiny little interviewees (some not so tiny). They argued the finer points of colonialism, including the innocent bystander argument, "Just following orders", and taking liberties beyond royal orders. They had also been trained in courtroom procedure, with the attorneys throwing out objections and bringing up historical details. It looked just like Law and Order, but with slightly smaller people (and a different racial makeup). I was so impressed with my kids. Some of the quieter kids really stood up and made their points, and some of the louder kids knew how to efficiently end the argument by proving their point.
I got to work with a boatload, an ever-growing tower, of work to catch up on. I ended the day with about 90% of it done, having worked efficiently all day. So, I'm only 10% behind, which might be better than many teachers, but not acceptable for me. I hope to make it up tomorrow.
And then there's that first run outside after a week stuck on the treadmill. It was wonderful. Challenging on my calves, but good for the soul. 3 miles in 33 minutes, including waiting at some intersections. Not thrilling, but good. If I throw in a fast (~10 min/mi) 2 miles on Thursday, I'll feel confident about FINALLY breaking 30 minutes in a 5K this Sunday.
And then, a toasted pumpernickel bagel with summer tuna salad (apples and craisins - crunch and sweet) and muenster cheese, broiled just enough to melt the cheese but keep the tuna cold. That, and a glass of nice single malt scotch, and I'm relaxing tonight on the couch.
One day at a time.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Reflections
After a couple of days back, I think I'm doing a fair job at beginning my New Years' Resolutions. Some of them, anyway.
I wasn't quite motivated enough on Monday or Tuesday, but ended up with really good classes. I got some positive feedback from both my IL and the principal.
There were obstacles, though. Last weekend, my boyfriend's grandmother died. I have difficulty with other people's sadness. Sometimes it seems like my feelings are nothing compared to how I feel for others. It's a little frustrating, especially when I see someone near me hurting and I can't do anything about it.
That gave me a couple of days of really unmotivated and not-well-rested teaching, but I did a good job anyway. The hardest part was trying to get work done in the mean time, when I really wanted to put my head down and sleep.
Today was the funeral, and I was suitably impressed at the quality of big, loving, family, that turned out. Not to detract from my own family, and a warm, loving, meaningful funeral this summer, but today I was included in a new family. I have two, now. It was also my first Catholic Mass, which was interesting, but a little confusing. It's also strange hearing the prayer in English. Sometimes I don't really want to know exactly what is being said, so I prefer stick to the traditional Jewish service. It's nice music and community without the specific uncomfortable religious specifics.
And after the burial, there was a luncheon with an open bar. It was filled with stories and laughter and tears and an open bar. It was nice, and I played designated driver.
This, however, has not helped my weight loss resolution. There have been too many family meals, family meal leftovers (Italian family, mind you), and cheer-up dinners. Diet starts next week.
I wasn't quite motivated enough on Monday or Tuesday, but ended up with really good classes. I got some positive feedback from both my IL and the principal.
There were obstacles, though. Last weekend, my boyfriend's grandmother died. I have difficulty with other people's sadness. Sometimes it seems like my feelings are nothing compared to how I feel for others. It's a little frustrating, especially when I see someone near me hurting and I can't do anything about it.
That gave me a couple of days of really unmotivated and not-well-rested teaching, but I did a good job anyway. The hardest part was trying to get work done in the mean time, when I really wanted to put my head down and sleep.
Today was the funeral, and I was suitably impressed at the quality of big, loving, family, that turned out. Not to detract from my own family, and a warm, loving, meaningful funeral this summer, but today I was included in a new family. I have two, now. It was also my first Catholic Mass, which was interesting, but a little confusing. It's also strange hearing the prayer in English. Sometimes I don't really want to know exactly what is being said, so I prefer stick to the traditional Jewish service. It's nice music and community without the specific uncomfortable religious specifics.
And after the burial, there was a luncheon with an open bar. It was filled with stories and laughter and tears and an open bar. It was nice, and I played designated driver.
This, however, has not helped my weight loss resolution. There have been too many family meals, family meal leftovers (Italian family, mind you), and cheer-up dinners. Diet starts next week.
Monday, December 31, 2012
New Year
I haven't written in a while and I don't miss it. I think if I take the 30 minutes, a few times a week, that I had spent writing, and put it towards my triathlon work, I will find it more satisfying right now. My job is amazing, so I don't need to vent. I'll still update occasionally, let's say once a week, but that's all I can promise.
This year I celebrated Christmas with my boyfriend's family, which made it my first official Christmas. I had a blast and racked up some presents too. We followed that with a one-nighter in Atlantic City. We had a fantastic fondue dinner and won about $400 each at craps. Not bad!
Unfortunately, on Saturday, I hit a pothole and needed to spend that $400 on two new tires.
Today marks the end of another year. It was a successful, and challenging, and best, and worst, year. I got my dream job, lost my grandmother, and moved in with my boyfriend. I work longer hours than ever before in my life. I've averaged about 1 mile per day of running this year (total of 362 miles recorded in 2012). I completed one triathlon and about half a dozen 5Ks. I had shin splints and knee pain, but no back pain. I spent a lot of time with my family. I lost some weight and gained it back. I eat less frozen food. All in all, I feel more "together" than I did a year ago, probably owing most to a new job and new living arrangements.
I have some new goals and some old goals for 2013.
Job:
Improve consistency of work quality, both from me and my students. That means better formatted lesson plans, which will help me next year, and holding students accountable for neat, thorough, and rigorous assignments.
Life:
Look for leftovers before cooking a new meal.
Finally lose the last 9 of the 10 lbs I've been working on since 2009. I'll see 131 lbs this year!
Fitness:
4 triathlons (2 sprint, 2 Olympic), a half marathon (or two), some 5Ks.
2:30 in the UNITE Half Marathon (April; last time 2:44)
1:40 in the Hempstead Harbor Tri (June; last time 1:50).
3:30 in the New York City Tri (July; last time 4:04).
A REAL sub-30 5K, then a sub-29, then a sub-28.
Safely reach 15 mpw, then 20 mpw.
Happy New Year!
This year I celebrated Christmas with my boyfriend's family, which made it my first official Christmas. I had a blast and racked up some presents too. We followed that with a one-nighter in Atlantic City. We had a fantastic fondue dinner and won about $400 each at craps. Not bad!
Unfortunately, on Saturday, I hit a pothole and needed to spend that $400 on two new tires.
Today marks the end of another year. It was a successful, and challenging, and best, and worst, year. I got my dream job, lost my grandmother, and moved in with my boyfriend. I work longer hours than ever before in my life. I've averaged about 1 mile per day of running this year (total of 362 miles recorded in 2012). I completed one triathlon and about half a dozen 5Ks. I had shin splints and knee pain, but no back pain. I spent a lot of time with my family. I lost some weight and gained it back. I eat less frozen food. All in all, I feel more "together" than I did a year ago, probably owing most to a new job and new living arrangements.
I have some new goals and some old goals for 2013.
Job:
Improve consistency of work quality, both from me and my students. That means better formatted lesson plans, which will help me next year, and holding students accountable for neat, thorough, and rigorous assignments.
Life:
Look for leftovers before cooking a new meal.
Finally lose the last 9 of the 10 lbs I've been working on since 2009. I'll see 131 lbs this year!
Fitness:
4 triathlons (2 sprint, 2 Olympic), a half marathon (or two), some 5Ks.
2:30 in the UNITE Half Marathon (April; last time 2:44)
1:40 in the Hempstead Harbor Tri (June; last time 1:50).
3:30 in the New York City Tri (July; last time 4:04).
A REAL sub-30 5K, then a sub-29, then a sub-28.
Safely reach 15 mpw, then 20 mpw.
Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Good News
I had a meeting with my principal and IL today. I meet with the principal once a month for a check in, so I figured she'd meet with the two of us together because the week was busy. I brought my planner, and a list in my head of things I was working to improve. I figured we'd plan a time for her to observe me.
I walk in, and they're waiting, but chatting non-urgently. I sit down, and the principal starts by announcing that they had room in the budget for a holiday bonus, and handed me a pay stub for $300, money already in my bank account. "That happens?" was my eloquent response.
And then she continued: I know next school year is a long time away, and I don't know if you've thought about it, but we've started to think about it, and we'd love if you joined us again.
"Um, yes! Wait, let me think about it--yes."
I'll be teaching 7th grade science at VMS once again and I CAN'T WAIT. I can already think about how I'm going to improve my lesson plans in the same curriculum.
By the way, the NSA scores were good. Not great like last time, but good. Average of 81%, with an 82 on the lab practical. 89% on the multiple choice, which confirms my suspicions that I grade the short and long answers too harshly. At least now I have a number to beat next year!
To conclude, I give you a piece that was handed to her English teacher by a student:
Goals. Many people think that goals are just strong ideas about life, but goals are more than that. They are the shining stars of life. They are guidances of many people’s lives. They are the bigger pictures of hard work and success. Goals allow us to push ourselves to be strong individuals, so that we may achieve greatness beyond measure. Without goals, our lives, education, purpose, and minds are astray. Our lives will wander off into darkness, and our souls will be eaten alive by the lack of direction. Goals are like our light and north stars. North Stars are stars that help lead people to their destination. Goals are the same way. We create them, so that we can go through life with something to accomplish. Without the existence of goals, we will be lost and are more likely to run into a wall at a dead end. The goals we make for ourselves will help us to back up, turn around, and start over so that we can be on the right path. Therefore, goals are more than huge ideas that we think and talk about, but they are our stars of guidance and possible ways to be more successful in our lives.
I walk in, and they're waiting, but chatting non-urgently. I sit down, and the principal starts by announcing that they had room in the budget for a holiday bonus, and handed me a pay stub for $300, money already in my bank account. "That happens?" was my eloquent response.
And then she continued: I know next school year is a long time away, and I don't know if you've thought about it, but we've started to think about it, and we'd love if you joined us again.
"Um, yes! Wait, let me think about it--yes."
I'll be teaching 7th grade science at VMS once again and I CAN'T WAIT. I can already think about how I'm going to improve my lesson plans in the same curriculum.
By the way, the NSA scores were good. Not great like last time, but good. Average of 81%, with an 82 on the lab practical. 89% on the multiple choice, which confirms my suspicions that I grade the short and long answers too harshly. At least now I have a number to beat next year!
To conclude, I give you a piece that was handed to her English teacher by a student:
Goals. Many people think that goals are just strong ideas about life, but goals are more than that. They are the shining stars of life. They are guidances of many people’s lives. They are the bigger pictures of hard work and success. Goals allow us to push ourselves to be strong individuals, so that we may achieve greatness beyond measure. Without goals, our lives, education, purpose, and minds are astray. Our lives will wander off into darkness, and our souls will be eaten alive by the lack of direction. Goals are like our light and north stars. North Stars are stars that help lead people to their destination. Goals are the same way. We create them, so that we can go through life with something to accomplish. Without the existence of goals, we will be lost and are more likely to run into a wall at a dead end. The goals we make for ourselves will help us to back up, turn around, and start over so that we can be on the right path. Therefore, goals are more than huge ideas that we think and talk about, but they are our stars of guidance and possible ways to be more successful in our lives.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Concert
Last Thursday we had our Winter Concert and it was fun...and horrible and exhausting. School ended at 2:30, so it was "study hall" until about 4, then a dress rehearsal, then more study hall, then the concert. It was hours of babysitting, and I hate managing a classroom when I am not invested in managing them (i.e. have to teach them anything). They were noisy and anxious about the performance, and I was cranky to start the day.
The concert was beautiful, though. I finally understood that scene at the end of The Music Man, when the kids play their instruments terribly, and the parents were overwhelmingly proud. It was kind of like that. There is some talent, both by middle school standards and by normal people standards, but overall it was pretty...cute. And keeping kids quiet without yelling or taking dollars was challenging. Definitely challenging. By the end of the night (7PM +) I was really ready to race out of there and put my feet up. Due to the testing schedule, I had only had about 40 minutes of down time during the day. Fortunately, 10 of those minutes were spent eating pizza.
Friday was the NSA, and it was about twice as rigorous and about three times as long as the first one. My entire weekend was spent either grading or working out, except for a lunch with my parents, frozen yogurt on Saturday night with Boyfriend, and a nice hangout with the med students on Friday night. There was a lot of grading, but I managed to finish the grading over the weekend and the data entry today. I also ran 5 miles, swam 800 yards with my new Y membership, ran 2.2 miles, and biked for 15 minutes. Not bad for a rainy December weekend. I hope to keep it up.
This afternoon marks the second week of my school's new Workout Warriors (WOW), where we meet up after school twice a week and follow a crazy MMA workout video. I look forward to the workout, where a bunch of young teachers will embarrass themselves in the privacy of the school gym, but mostly I can't wait to put on a t-shirt.
Four days of school left until I've made it to my second Christmas Break.
The concert was beautiful, though. I finally understood that scene at the end of The Music Man, when the kids play their instruments terribly, and the parents were overwhelmingly proud. It was kind of like that. There is some talent, both by middle school standards and by normal people standards, but overall it was pretty...cute. And keeping kids quiet without yelling or taking dollars was challenging. Definitely challenging. By the end of the night (7PM +) I was really ready to race out of there and put my feet up. Due to the testing schedule, I had only had about 40 minutes of down time during the day. Fortunately, 10 of those minutes were spent eating pizza.
Friday was the NSA, and it was about twice as rigorous and about three times as long as the first one. My entire weekend was spent either grading or working out, except for a lunch with my parents, frozen yogurt on Saturday night with Boyfriend, and a nice hangout with the med students on Friday night. There was a lot of grading, but I managed to finish the grading over the weekend and the data entry today. I also ran 5 miles, swam 800 yards with my new Y membership, ran 2.2 miles, and biked for 15 minutes. Not bad for a rainy December weekend. I hope to keep it up.
This afternoon marks the second week of my school's new Workout Warriors (WOW), where we meet up after school twice a week and follow a crazy MMA workout video. I look forward to the workout, where a bunch of young teachers will embarrass themselves in the privacy of the school gym, but mostly I can't wait to put on a t-shirt.
Four days of school left until I've made it to my second Christmas Break.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
T-minus 3 Days
Until the NSA 7.2. It is time for our SECOND interim assessment. This year is going by so fast.
Today I had a challenging moment. The class right after lunch, which is always the most full of personality, had a really sloppy transition into the class. My IL happened to be there, and popped into the class to lecture the students about their transitions. I'm not sure how it seemed to them (she's really good at expressing seriousness), but I was a little embarrassed. It did help the class run more smoothly, though. And it wasn't until after the class that I realized how good it was that she yelled at them, not at me.
Afterwards, we discussed making my transitions cleaner. That's my next PD goal. I can't wait to improve that, because it'll help all my classes run more tightly.
Detention was actually easy today, due to the small group. I managed to have an incredibly productive day, and I think I'll be done with my planning (I hope) by Friday, so I can spend all of Friday grading. Ideally, I'll finish by Thursday morning, so I can spend Thursday grading the practical.
My drive home was 50 minutes of debating whether I should go running, how long I should run, and whether I should run indoors our outdoors. I ended up deciding on outside, since I have these shiny new visibility accessories I need to use. I'd start with 2 miles and see where it went. I ended up doing an incredibly enjoyable 2.77 miles in 30 minutes (probably my longest short run). I love running in the dark. It's just a little bit more exciting, but so incredibly relaxing. I think I'll keep it up.
Today I had a challenging moment. The class right after lunch, which is always the most full of personality, had a really sloppy transition into the class. My IL happened to be there, and popped into the class to lecture the students about their transitions. I'm not sure how it seemed to them (she's really good at expressing seriousness), but I was a little embarrassed. It did help the class run more smoothly, though. And it wasn't until after the class that I realized how good it was that she yelled at them, not at me.
Afterwards, we discussed making my transitions cleaner. That's my next PD goal. I can't wait to improve that, because it'll help all my classes run more tightly.
Detention was actually easy today, due to the small group. I managed to have an incredibly productive day, and I think I'll be done with my planning (I hope) by Friday, so I can spend all of Friday grading. Ideally, I'll finish by Thursday morning, so I can spend Thursday grading the practical.
My drive home was 50 minutes of debating whether I should go running, how long I should run, and whether I should run indoors our outdoors. I ended up deciding on outside, since I have these shiny new visibility accessories I need to use. I'd start with 2 miles and see where it went. I ended up doing an incredibly enjoyable 2.77 miles in 30 minutes (probably my longest short run). I love running in the dark. It's just a little bit more exciting, but so incredibly relaxing. I think I'll keep it up.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Big Chill 5K - Race Report
Training:
This is probably the first time I've really trained for speed rather than distance, which was new and kind of exciting. I focused on two things: speed and consistency.
This year I've run more than any other year of my life (almost 350 miles), but also suffered from shin splints for the first time. Each time (July and October) I'd reach 10 miles per week, I'd throw in one single interval training session and walk away with sore shins and have to rest for a week or two. This time around, I decided I'd build mileage from scratch, but at a slightly faster speed (10 min/mi instead of 12 min/mi). It's been working well, and I even had two consecutive 10+ mile weeks with no pain. I guess I'll have to stay away from interval workouts for a while, even though they're fun.
In the last few weeks, my best runs were a 2 and 2.2 mile run at 10 min/mi, and a 4 mile run at 11 min/mi, all personal bests in training. I've been hoping for a sub-30 5K as long as I've been running (about 4 years), and really thought I could do it (I once ran a 29:45, but I really don't think the race was a full 5K. It didn't feel right).
Pre-race:
I had asked my boyfriend to pick up my race packet the day before the race, because pick-up was 7-8 AM and the race wasn't until 9 AM. I'll always choose the extra hour of sleep. Unfortunately, they'd lost my registration and he couldn't sign the waiver for me, so it was an early morning anyway. Entry for the race was a toy donation for Toys for Tots, so I hadn't paid yet anyway.
I was worried about getting locked out of the race (already 7,000 registered) so I called and asked...and they said they didn't have a cap on registration. That's good because it meant I would race, but potentially bad for several reasons. Most races cap registration because of limited space, water, or medical support. I prepared to race without any of these things.
Race Day:
I woke up early and ate my usual pre-race fare: an Eggo waffle with a light spread of peanut butter. It was 2 hours before race start, which was perfect.
When I arrived at 7:45 the next morning, I re-registered...but there were no more timing chips left. I was a little cranky about this, because I knew it was a crowded race with a crowded start, and I hoped I'd come close to 30 minutes.
I planned to run with a friend of mine who had run cross country in high school, but hadn't been training lately. She hoped she could keep up with me, and I hoped I could keep up with her.
We lined up a little ways behind the wiry guys in singlets (it was 40 degrees F and drizzly), right around some not-too-skinny women who we matched perfectly.
The race started, but I didn't hear the gun go off. It took a few seconds to get the start line, but I started my GPS tracker as soon as possible.
It was crowded, but for the most part, I didn't have to run too much around people. I had to make a few quick moves to avoid getting cut off, but it wasn't as bad as I expected.
I lost my friend within the first half mile...she pulled ahead. I didn't want to blow myself out early. I really wanted this race. I tuned into the song that was playing in my headphones and focused on keeping a steady effort on the gently rolling hills that I was not expecting.
The official split for my first mile was 9:40, which is right on target for a 30-minute race. Runkeeper (the GPS app on my phone) told me 9:20, so I assumed it was not playing fair.
The hills kept rolling, but I was moving steadily. I slowed down a bit in the second mile, moving steadily but not painfully. Runkeeper split was 9:40.
The last mile started to get painful, but that's about right for a 5K. My legs felt fine, and I realized after the race that I didn't have any problems with my legs, feet, or shins at all. The problem was my lungs. They started to burn as I tried to pick up the pace just a little bit in the last mile. By the last half mile, I had to take off my gloves as I suddenly started burning up.
The end of the course had a lot of turns, so I really didn't know where the end was and I didn't trust the GPS. My lungs were really burning. We made our last turn, and the finish line was not very far away. If I had known how close it was, I could've made my final kick earlier, I think. I kicked it and crossed the finish line with 30:18 on the clock.
My friend had finished around 29, and she claims that it took at least 15 seconds to cross the start line after the gun. According to Runkeeper, I had run 3.18 miles in 30:18, which means we covered some distance before the start line, or I spent too much effort running around people. It also said I completed 3.11 miles (5K) in 29:49.
So, if you squint, I kind of got a sub-30 5K. I don't feel good about it, though. My next chance is a 5K in early February, but by then, I hope to have loftier goals like 29 or 28. In fact, I think I'm going to do my own unofficial sub-30 5K, maybe in celebration of New Years'.
This is probably the first time I've really trained for speed rather than distance, which was new and kind of exciting. I focused on two things: speed and consistency.
This year I've run more than any other year of my life (almost 350 miles), but also suffered from shin splints for the first time. Each time (July and October) I'd reach 10 miles per week, I'd throw in one single interval training session and walk away with sore shins and have to rest for a week or two. This time around, I decided I'd build mileage from scratch, but at a slightly faster speed (10 min/mi instead of 12 min/mi). It's been working well, and I even had two consecutive 10+ mile weeks with no pain. I guess I'll have to stay away from interval workouts for a while, even though they're fun.
In the last few weeks, my best runs were a 2 and 2.2 mile run at 10 min/mi, and a 4 mile run at 11 min/mi, all personal bests in training. I've been hoping for a sub-30 5K as long as I've been running (about 4 years), and really thought I could do it (I once ran a 29:45, but I really don't think the race was a full 5K. It didn't feel right).
Pre-race:
I had asked my boyfriend to pick up my race packet the day before the race, because pick-up was 7-8 AM and the race wasn't until 9 AM. I'll always choose the extra hour of sleep. Unfortunately, they'd lost my registration and he couldn't sign the waiver for me, so it was an early morning anyway. Entry for the race was a toy donation for Toys for Tots, so I hadn't paid yet anyway.
I was worried about getting locked out of the race (already 7,000 registered) so I called and asked...and they said they didn't have a cap on registration. That's good because it meant I would race, but potentially bad for several reasons. Most races cap registration because of limited space, water, or medical support. I prepared to race without any of these things.
Race Day:
I woke up early and ate my usual pre-race fare: an Eggo waffle with a light spread of peanut butter. It was 2 hours before race start, which was perfect.
When I arrived at 7:45 the next morning, I re-registered...but there were no more timing chips left. I was a little cranky about this, because I knew it was a crowded race with a crowded start, and I hoped I'd come close to 30 minutes.
I planned to run with a friend of mine who had run cross country in high school, but hadn't been training lately. She hoped she could keep up with me, and I hoped I could keep up with her.
We lined up a little ways behind the wiry guys in singlets (it was 40 degrees F and drizzly), right around some not-too-skinny women who we matched perfectly.
The race started, but I didn't hear the gun go off. It took a few seconds to get the start line, but I started my GPS tracker as soon as possible.
It was crowded, but for the most part, I didn't have to run too much around people. I had to make a few quick moves to avoid getting cut off, but it wasn't as bad as I expected.
I lost my friend within the first half mile...she pulled ahead. I didn't want to blow myself out early. I really wanted this race. I tuned into the song that was playing in my headphones and focused on keeping a steady effort on the gently rolling hills that I was not expecting.
The official split for my first mile was 9:40, which is right on target for a 30-minute race. Runkeeper (the GPS app on my phone) told me 9:20, so I assumed it was not playing fair.
The hills kept rolling, but I was moving steadily. I slowed down a bit in the second mile, moving steadily but not painfully. Runkeeper split was 9:40.
The last mile started to get painful, but that's about right for a 5K. My legs felt fine, and I realized after the race that I didn't have any problems with my legs, feet, or shins at all. The problem was my lungs. They started to burn as I tried to pick up the pace just a little bit in the last mile. By the last half mile, I had to take off my gloves as I suddenly started burning up.
The end of the course had a lot of turns, so I really didn't know where the end was and I didn't trust the GPS. My lungs were really burning. We made our last turn, and the finish line was not very far away. If I had known how close it was, I could've made my final kick earlier, I think. I kicked it and crossed the finish line with 30:18 on the clock.
My friend had finished around 29, and she claims that it took at least 15 seconds to cross the start line after the gun. According to Runkeeper, I had run 3.18 miles in 30:18, which means we covered some distance before the start line, or I spent too much effort running around people. It also said I completed 3.11 miles (5K) in 29:49.
So, if you squint, I kind of got a sub-30 5K. I don't feel good about it, though. My next chance is a 5K in early February, but by then, I hope to have loftier goals like 29 or 28. In fact, I think I'm going to do my own unofficial sub-30 5K, maybe in celebration of New Years'.
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